How Gretel Got Her Cutiemark...

(Not a Pac3; just a little story about my OC's cutiemark, refer to the story I'm trying to finish first before reading this, it will make not much sense not reading the story about her life first: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XVkPO_u2KfQyZwj_oI4DIAtxDXZcLdRrnQVxJNgu7sc/edit?usp=sharing)
I got my cutiemark one day...
I never understood what it meant...
I'm going to tell you how I got it...
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	It was a normal day for a broken filly, so I resumed darkly. Ma had told me about cutiemarks and such. I didn't really care about my blank flank, because I was used to being different. There was a lockdown in our city. Ma said it wasn't that big a deal, yet all the other ponies made it seem like one. My curious senses were tingling, so I left the house without being spotted. My brother Liko wasn't as brave as me, nor did he feel the feeling I always felt. I.. had an uneasy feeling, like something was missing. I wondered if it was my cutiemark.
	It was.
	I stepped outside. Every window was closed, every door was locked tight. No pony insight. Usually the streets were filled with ponies minding their business. It was silent. I felt like a rebel.
	It wasn't long before I realized I was breaking the law.
	"I'm proud of you, my dear filly."
	Ma's voice echoed through my mind.
	I stepped forward.
	"Ma?" I called out to the empty city.
	It was inaudible. Silence. I eventually heard sirens, but I didn't bother rushing back inside home.
	"Filly! Damn you! Get back in your home, fucking idiot!" A stallion shouted vigorously at me. I stared back at him, not showing any signs for emotion.
	"Ech, is that an Anarchist pony?!" A different stallion shouted.
	"No, you fucking idiot, it's a FILLY. What could a filly possibly do to become an ANARCHIST?" The first stallion replied.
	Ma came out of our house, hearing these horrid shouts. She was smiling from ear to ear, saying nothing. She walked up to the stallions, still smiling, and simply nudged both of them. Her purple hooves and dark purple eyes were shining in the fogginess of the city. It was after she took a glance at me that she spoke.
	"Hehe, that's the filly I love. You gentle stallions can easily forgive her for trying to find her talent, right?" I felt a sign of protective anger when she said "right". I started to wonder if she meant my cutiemark. Ma really does understand me...
	Instinctively, I asked, "Ma?"
	"Yes, dear?"
	"What's an Anarchist?"
	She paused. The stallions simply stared, too terrified of my mother's shady and dark colouring, yet at the same time very alluring.
	"Dear, an Anarchist is a pony who believes in or tries to bring about anarchy. Anarchy is basically just someone who breaks the law, causing insanity about a place or city." She answered for me.
	I was silent. Is she saying that is my talent?
	No, it couldn't be... I can't possibly be an outsider, outcast, rebel, Anarchist...
	The first stallion started to speak. "E-Excuse me, mares, but can you kindly go back inside your house?" He tried to look innocent.
	Ma looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "No, not yet. I'm not going to miss my dear little filly earn her cutiemark."
	How can she understand me this well..?
	"Miss, please return to your home. This is a LOCKDOWN, remember?" The second stallion said.


	It was then, that my sight was blinded by a bright light. When my vision came to, I looked at my flank. A symbol was there.


	"Ma, what does this symbol stand for?"
	She gasped, and smiled happily. "Oh, this is wonderful my dear! This... This symbol, dear, I'll let you find out for yourself~ I always wanted that, but instead all I got was a record because of my love for music! Oh, my dear Gretel, this is amazing! I wish you had a father to be proud of you with me, but you know.."
	Am I an... Anarchist?
	The stallions then pushed us both back inside. Ma turned to me.

	"I still love you, dear."

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Now... I know...
I never had a full answer...
Why was she so mysterious, yet very precise at the same time...?


Anarchy...